Deal with the Devil
Somewhere in my recent life I must have sold my soul to the devil in the form of the jelly doughnut factory. This place has been consuming my life and I hate it. I was not made to work like this and there really are no hopes of this ever getting better. I dream about it. Wake up with knots in my stomach knowing I have to be here and the crap which must be dealt with upon arrival. This has to get easier. Someday, somehow. The one thing that's looking good right now: THE ONE WEEK HIATUS IN P-TOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will write more when I can.
posted by Pevil at 7:58 AM
3 Comments:
I hope P-town means Portland!
9:08 AM
plo, i miss you something fierce. we just don't feel right here...no p-love on a regular basis will have that affect on someone. (it's so random that brad wrote you, too...it's a sign that your needed up north.)
feel the love, p,
"come on, come, feel it, feel it" -Vanilla Ica
3:34 PM
just keep thinking about the vacation. its all about the vacation. hang in there!
11:18 PM
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